The Flash Drive
There's a girl in my homeroom
With a pink backpack.
From that backpack hangs a cactus charm and a flash drive.
"Strange."
I never cared about what was inside of it.
It wasn't my business, either way.
But recently, it's been prodding a stick at the curious part of my brain.
What's inside the dumb thing?
Maybe I'm over-analyzing and it just has some papers for class double-saved.
But, what if
It has more meaning?
Who knows??
Maybe the flash drive could symbolize
someone's heart
hanging just out of reach.
It's there, but you can't touch it, harm it, cherish it and the broken person who contains it.
Or maybe,
maybe it's just a flash drive with some papers for class double-saved.
You and I don't know.
YOU ARE READING
The Flash Drive
RandomA short story I wanted to write. It's really short; I guess it could be considered a poem.
